The Blade and the Shaper (Morna)

[Onasius Gruwel]

Ziost

Onasius had been in the dark woods for a few days now. His master had sent him out there to discover an ancient text that had been unearthed from before the plague. It had in it tales from Sith a millennia ago, it had their secrets, their histories, and their spells in it. The apprentice knew that this relic of old would prove useful to the Sith Empire and if he came back with it Onasius knew his master would try to take the credit for it, but in that same sense he was one step closer to gaining his master’s trust and killing him. His feet aching from the three day trek endured, Gruwel decided it was as good a time as any to hunt his fangs hadn’t eaten a proper meal in a while.

Ziost had a reputation of being a vile place, the Dark Side seeping out of every corner, encumbering your thought process as you stomped through the unchecked vegetation. It warped your senses, paranoia set in fast for most people, however the Yevethan assassin had learned from a young age that death was just as much a part of life as the Gods and battle. Death was one of the central elements of his entire culture and it was respected, so with each kill it was like getting closer to the Gods, the blood of your enemy fueled your own spirits and leads you to salvation. The hunt for Onasius was much more than for food, it was for spiritual enlightenment.

The six foot tall skeletal monster would probably offset even the hardiest of travelers, especially if they saw him stalking through the jungle at an alarming pace. His body was an emaciated gathering of flesh and bones coated in a very fine layer of muscle he gained through years of excruciating exercise and training to be the chosen champion of the Yevetha. The Sith’s eyes were grey and expressionless unless he was channeling the Dark Side, then they would warp into a twisted yellow as sick as a dying Bith. The Force told him something was nearby, something that wasn’t exactly his usual prey. Their religion called for blood sacrifices to their deities, not doing so would result in punishment, and it had been roughly a month since Onasius last wandered upon a helpless traveler to sacrifice, his hunting for food would have to wait for his Gods’ wrath was far worse than an empty stomach.

Whoever was in front of him probably sensed him too, so he prepared himself, making sure his lightsaber was close by, he extended his dew claws to their full three feet, the small horns on the crest of his head and below his dew claws flickered with anticipation as he smelled the warm blood he was hunting. The apprentice was probably running fifteen miles an hour without the Force, his feet nimbly gliding over the flora, his raw instincts set in and he was fast approaching his target, he let out a blood curdling roar and jumped into the air for a killing blow to his target’s neck, his teeth ready to tear the victim’s flesh to ribbons. The Gods would get their blood today.

 

[Garza]

The rather cold and harsh environment would have made any normal man freeze to death in mere minutes if not wearing the correct clothing or having the right tools. Morna how ever was wearing a muscle shirt that exposed his tattooed arms. Down by his wrists he wore his jet black colored Durasteel bracers. He wore no gloves. His legs and feet were covered by smuggler pants with bracers on his legs over the black leather boots he war to protect his feet from the snow, ice, and cold environment.

He was here to find old Technology for the Other shapers of his clan. Cabal Haru asked a favor of him to find a way to make ships for them. He came in his starchaser from his home planet of Kro Var. where he was learning about the element of earth. So far he had done almost all in fire and some in air. just simple stuff. He felt good about learning the fire properties. He kept looking at his blackened hands from the flames that coursed in his heart. he was quite muscular for a 19 year old. Infact he was probably the most well trained in his class. He smiled at the thought.

he frowned when he felt a very dark presence coming from behind him. He felt like a pair of eyes were on him. but not just any eyes. An old evil that has arisen to confront him. The trees around Morna may give him an advantage in the upcoming battle that was coming at him from behind. he heard a spine chilling roar. with that faster than he thought possible Morna drew his Sith sword that he had received from the Jedi that had captured the Sith that killed his parents. He sent a wave of fire hot enough to melt iron in the direction of the roar. he was not going to me eaten today.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

The assassin was carving his way through the harsh cold air towards his prey, his feet lifting off the ground for an aerial attack. The attack was stopped however, by a large blast of fire missing the Sith by a few inches, the residual energies were strong enough to send him flying back into the brush though landing chaotically among the bushes and trees surrounding his opponent.

The Sith Apprentice took back to his feet and stood within the shadows, body tucked behind a tree. He knew that if he were going to get this person he’d have to do more than just run at it, especially if it was shooting fire. Whatever vermin had made an attempt for Onasius’s life would pay. Taking to the trunk of the tree, Onasius climbed it quickly and once higher in began to jump from tree to tree, shaking all of the leaves equally. If his prey wanted to burn the forest he would have to burn the whole forest before he got the Sith. The boney figure danced between the trees, his claws itching for the blood they were promised.

 

[Garza]

Morna saw a bony figure with a look that came out of children's night time scary stories. A being that was bone and muscle. with claws long enough to pierce a human through. He only saw it for a second, but a second was all that he needed. He knew what he or she or IT looked like.

he saw the tress move. and snow fall to the ground. What made him slightly confused was that he kept moving. only seeing where he was but not were he is. He had the low ground. to find him he would have to burn the whole forest down. But that would be wasting energy. He used the force to find the dark energies of the being. But he kept moving to fast to get a solid lock on him. He remembers the training he had from a Sith by the name of Daxton. He hated him now. Morna didnt want to be a sith. All he wanted was better education in Sword play instead he was trained in the 'invisible' force. That was something that was considered blasphemy to the Shaper clans. he didn't want to use it but if he had to he would.

He didnt know how many weapons that the creature had other than the long claws. Morna pulled his crimson lightsaber from the side of the sheath on his back. he didnt activate it because it would alert the other that he was also a natural force user. "What are you?!" He yelled out. Trying to ether find the position of the thing or get some time for Morna to think of a way to flush him out.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

The limbs were easy enough to manipulate with his legs, their long slender forms wrapping around the branches and speeding across, knocking off snow and warding smaller animals nested in the trees away. It was quite the exercise, however, and eventually the Sith Apprentice got a little sloppier, knocking down the branch as he jumped off. The loud noise of a part of a tree crashing to the ground hopefully didn’t warn anymore of whatever he was hunting to his presence. Not sure what kind of foul creature Onasius was against, he made sure he readied his saber in case they were in fact trained in the Force as Gruwel feared. The Yevetha had never fought another Force user before.

Dropping to the ground behind the Initiate, Onasius emitted a deep snarl; his vicious teeth making the words sound more like hisses, “Deattthhhh.” He extended the last syllable. His emaciated body hunched over making as he circled the man. He extended his claws once more, hoping the battle wound not come to technology, but in case it did his lightsaber hung nonchalantly at his side, the assassin’s least favorite tool. “Your blood will have to do.” Gruwel cursed under his tongue.

 

[Garza]

Morna heard the tree lib fall only because he was close by. if some one were a longer ways away they wouldn't have heard it hit the ground from the muffled landing from the snow. Morna felt the presence stop behind him. He felt the breath of the thing on his neck. The voice sent slight shivers up his spine as he said "Deatttthhhh." It was with what sounds like a slight lisp to the voice. but none the less. it scared Morna. he gathered himself a smile and said "Then if you are Death. How do I kill you?" Before the man could answer he spun and what may have looked different or even threatening was flame flowing in a very fast pace from his mouth. With the amount of flame and heat he used he would melt the ice around them making a bare patch of ground between them. which was not very far.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

Grey eyes wdened in awe as the fire sprayed from the man’s mouth, the Yevetha had never seen such acts of the Force or whatever unholy spirits powered this man. The fire licked all around the arena as Morna’s body twisted toward Onasius. The breath of fire was near to reaching the Apprentice once again, but his dexterous body finagled itself away, tiny horns atop Onasius’s head twitched and flared with each breath of battle entering his body.

Another bloodlust howl broke free from Onasius’s sulfur yellow trap of teeth, “Enough.” He demanded. Using what little of the Force he had learned, he back peddled toward a tree, jumping onto it and then leaping from it with a small boost of the Force. His plan was to be too fast for the initiate to lock onto and land directly on top of his prey, finishing this before the Yevethan actually broke a sweat in the frozen forest.

 

[Garza]

Morna smiles as the being backed away. he knew that his eyes were not blue anymore. They would Glow! The glow would be bright orange and have the look of flames in his eyes. When the thing yelled enough he laughed. "I know how my slippery friend." Morna brought his black sword to be in front of his body but point down. Almost a relaxed look. "I am the Phoenix. A being that will Rise from the Ashes and is only to be reborn." Morna tried to think how his opponent would outmaneuver Morna. With what he was doing so far. he noticed that he was moving to get him turned around. he wouldn't let that happen.

"Come face me like a real servant of Death would. If you call yourself Death them be like him. Cold and to the point." If he was really like death he wouldn't beat around the bushes. If he did try and fight him. Morna just hoped for this man that he didn't snap like he did on the Two sith apprentices on Korraban.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

The vermin wasted too much time with words, the basic tongue was very blasé to Onasius, his tongue was quite used to the guttural calls and growls of his native tongue. The Yevetha language had far less words and more meaning, if you said something you meant it, they didn’t speak to be heard they spoke to be felt. The assassin understood most of what the creature was sputtering, however the words meant little at this point, it was a duel to the death.

Morna mocked Gruwel far too confidently; this man obviously never had any understanding of death. Onasius knew far too well how its cold fingers wrap around you slowly, from all fronts, gripping your life in the palm of its hand, then completely and utterly tearing you apart before you even have time to realize what’s happening. In battle if you die you should not know when you die, it should not matter, one should always accept death at all moments, because death is the killer without a calling card, you don’t summon death…it is never late nor early. That was the tactic behind the Yevetha’s attacks, it would strike from all corners as fast as possible, not giving the enemy enough time to learn his patterns, he thrived in chaos but even in chaos there was logic.

Onasius again jumped at his prey, sharp claws aimed for his shoulders so he would drop the sword, if he didn’t make contact he would try to jump back again, separating the two. This battle would be all about wearing whatever abomination of the Force had challenged the Sith’s right to kill and then sticking him for a final blow.

 

[Garza]

Morna had finished talking when the thing jumped at him out of nowhere. Morna slammed his fist into the ground. What may have seemed like a bow was actually an attack. It didn't matter on what planet you were on there was some source of lava in the planets core. From that he sent a powerful explosion rupturing from the ground beneath them under the flying being. he had to time where the flame spout came from correctly or he would miss the target and get hit. he would aim just in front of himself to anticipate the momentum of the rushing creature. He would follow up buy using an extremely bright light to flash into the opponents eyes making him disoriented or even blind.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

As Onasius closed the gap between the two a bright light flared in front of him and then all of the sudden the ground exploded and launched him back fifty meters, thankfully the force of the ground exploding was enough to push the lighter framed Yevetha far enough to avoid the lava. The battleground went from a snowy wonderland to a fiery battlefield very fast. The bright lights had destroyed much of his vision momentarily, however with the small fires that had started from the molten core erupting onto the trees and the ground, it seemed there were bright sources of light everywhere.

“You hide behind fire to illuminate my tricks, fight with your sword; you’ve already set this part of the forest ablaze.” The Galactic Basic seared his tongue as it slithered out over the fire toward his opponent. Dark tendrils of the Force flowed from Ziost onto the battlefield, the ancient darkness was enticed at the disturbance the two students had caused, and something told Onasius that the planet would punish them for their antics; fire usually invited more interest than just ancient spirits. However, that was to come, this was now and the battle was intense. Lambent tongues of flame licked at Gruwel’s grey eyes, now shining bright yellow with the fire’s reflection.

It was still hard for Onasius to see everything, but he could make out his enemy, his claws at the ready to negate whatever else his demonic opponent had to throw at him.

 

[Garza]

"And as such you hid behind trees Demon!" Morna smiled as he say his foe was slightly squinting at the bright lights all around them. But that was a small victory he had evened the field but had used alot of energy. He used the heat from the fires and tried to give himself some more power. Morna lifted his sword to point at the Demon that he could clearly see now. And he fingered the button on the black hilt in his hand to activate with a pop shriiiit followed by a nice hum sound that felt perfect in his hand. The crimson red blade sprang forth from the hilt for the first time since He had gotten the new Crystal for it.

Morna walked forward "How about a Lightsaber too?" He asked in a mock tone. He rushed forward with the force swiping both blades from the left and right sides. Morna yelled at he let loose another torrent of fire from his mouth. Alot of Morna's attacks were simple yet brought complications. He like to do mutable moves at once that way he would be one step ahead. Well he hoped to be.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

The Yevetha snarled at his competitor’s mocking tone, he would die for his insults.

The snap hiss of the other dark sider’s red lightsaber signaled to Onasius that he wasn’t dealing with just anyone, he was in fact dealing with another Force wielder, and this would prove to be interesting. Not wanting to lose his precious dew claws to the unholy technology, the six foot tall demon retracted them and ignited his own red lightsaber. At this time they both would have realized that the fight had just jumped to another level. Gruwel snapped his teeth a few times at his opponent trying to get him to jump and make the first move. His opponent wielded two weapons and Onasius just the one for this round but he was never opposed to a challenge.

 

[Garza]

Morna saw the claws retract into the being and as he snarled he drew a lightsaber of his own. That surprised Morna. That ment that the other character was a Sith of some type because of the Red blade the came from hilt. Morna smiled as he saw the teeth being barred at him. "And now the creature growls at me? how quaint." Morna swung the blades experimentally at his sides and looked back at the beast.

He shook his head and walked forward. "It looks like you want me to attack. Very well i accept." After he said those words Monra rushed the beast he came up with simple strikes to beat down on his foe. Just alot of simple swings to wear down his attacker. All the while Morna was absorbing the heat slowly from the fires extinguishing them every now and then.

 

[Onasius Gruwel]

Onasius saw the attacks coming, using simple strikes to perry the blows, it was harder for him to block both attacks simultaneously but he got the hang of fast enough to save himself until he could attack. The two had exchanged blows three or four times before they got far enough back for him to get access to a tree, pushing off of it and launching himself toward Morna, attempting to slice him clear in half and if he got blocked his plan was to jump back and get more space between them.

 

[Garza]

Morna had fought with the Sith with ease. but with all of these powers he was using to keep the beast on his toes was making him weaker. finaly all the fires were out because Morna absorbed them all. when the demon launched himself at the Fire wielder Morna bent his hips and back so he would be doing the limbo. The being would fly over him and to make it all the worse Morna slashed with his twin weapons to intercept the flying beast. Catching him off guard but not using his powers. He would have to fight with skill more often rather than powers.